Poems About PTSD Seeking Honest Critique
#PTSD
Poems about PTSD seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 3:31pm
15th Apr 2024 3:31pm
writing journey~sorrow speaks
Sorrow explains herself
with a soft voice and gentle touch
long blonde hair and sunshine in my smile
a sunflower growing in the wild
Sadness looms behind my eyes
and if you provoke my hurt
you will meet Darkness
concealing her well unless Sadness feels threatened
Darkness is vicious with her tongue
precise and strategic once loose I can't control her temper
my hands are never raised in anger
in a past life I think I let it go to my heartbreak
so even when she is freed I maintain my control
letting her defend me and...
with a soft voice and gentle touch
long blonde hair and sunshine in my smile
a sunflower growing in the wild
Sadness looms behind my eyes
and if you provoke my hurt
you will meet Darkness
concealing her well unless Sadness feels threatened
Darkness is vicious with her tongue
precise and strategic once loose I can't control her temper
my hands are never raised in anger
in a past life I think I let it go to my heartbreak
so even when she is freed I maintain my control
letting her defend me and...
#love
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
47 reads
4 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 00:15am
14th Apr 2024 00:15am
FALLING EVER FURTHER MORE DEEPLY AWAY (12-13-1995, 3:36a.m., Galveston Island, Texas)
i stay up all night at times
perhaps to steal back time
that i feel is being stolen away from me
i stay up in my head
keeping watch from my inner battlements
looking for the shadow of death
breathlessly lurking all about me here
across and throughout each long night
concealed in invisible layers of so much
mysterious deadly craftiness
stealthily stealing ever closer to me
all the time day and night
it knows i watch in wait for it
as even here now
i listen for the clacking
of it s sneaking bones
trying to slip in ...
perhaps to steal back time
that i feel is being stolen away from me
i stay up in my head
keeping watch from my inner battlements
looking for the shadow of death
breathlessly lurking all about me here
across and throughout each long night
concealed in invisible layers of so much
mysterious deadly craftiness
stealthily stealing ever closer to me
all the time day and night
it knows i watch in wait for it
as even here now
i listen for the clacking
of it s sneaking bones
trying to slip in ...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#illness
#PTSD
#disability
29 reads
0 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
28th Mar 2024 6:33pm
28th Mar 2024 6:33pm
Other Than That, Missus Lincoln
I got to sleep
finally at 5 a.m.
forgot to turn off the phone
and case manager called at 9:55
about my protein order
which is months late bc
I or somebody forgot to--
no, they had left a msg
on my whatchacallit
voice mail
and I never answer
unknown numbers or voice mail
bc they always want money
and I am already tapped out,
giving to Katie Porter--who lost-- ...
finally at 5 a.m.
forgot to turn off the phone
and case manager called at 9:55
about my protein order
which is months late bc
I or somebody forgot to--
no, they had left a msg
on my whatchacallit
voice mail
and I never answer
unknown numbers or voice mail
bc they always want money
and I am already tapped out,
giving to Katie Porter--who lost-- ...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #disability
#PTSD #disability
80 reads
7 Comments
I_was_rare_once
Frododile
Frododile
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 5:21pm
23rd Mar 2024 5:21pm
#27
I slaughtered and buried my enemies,
And my friends I kept in the fridge.
Their pictures hang on the tapestries,
And their memories sound like the kids
Outside the home of depravity
The house where I used to live
Everyone alive has capacity,
But not everyone caves in.
Still we all want to be happy
And yet we love mortal sin
Pulled on blue gloves for examining
This heart that I am stuck with
I
Keep a graveyard out in the back, sneak the brave-hearts into a trap, weave my ramparts throughout the past.
Hey look, Making excuses...
And my friends I kept in the fridge.
Their pictures hang on the tapestries,
And their memories sound like the kids
Outside the home of depravity
The house where I used to live
Everyone alive has capacity,
But not everyone caves in.
Still we all want to be happy
And yet we love mortal sin
Pulled on blue gloves for examining
This heart that I am stuck with
I
Keep a graveyard out in the back, sneak the brave-hearts into a trap, weave my ramparts throughout the past.
Hey look, Making excuses...
#SelfReflection
#PTSD
#DomesticViolence #deception
#DomesticViolence #deception
94 reads
2 Comments
athar
Poem Published
20th Mar 2024 6:12pm
20th Mar 2024 6:12pm
Talking to Myself
In the recesses of a mind obscured,
Skye sought refuge, her essence secured.
She's woven into the kajira's thread,
Where Drogon's wings o'er shadows spread.
Shielding her from an entropic cruel dance,
A brat's mischief, a warped, fickle chance.
A shard of chaos, a mirror unformed,
A misty reflection, menacingly stormed.
Ah, the Poet intrudes with silent grace,
Demanding canvas for the mind's embrace.
A battle of wills, an internal strife,
The Poet wins, the pen comes to life.
Whispers of verse, the...
Skye sought refuge, her essence secured.
She's woven into the kajira's thread,
Where Drogon's wings o'er shadows spread.
Shielding her from an entropic cruel dance,
A brat's mischief, a warped, fickle chance.
A shard of chaos, a mirror unformed,
A misty reflection, menacingly stormed.
Ah, the Poet intrudes with silent grace,
Demanding canvas for the mind's embrace.
A battle of wills, an internal strife,
The Poet wins, the pen comes to life.
Whispers of verse, the...
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
55 reads
2 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
1st Mar 2024 4:44am
1st Mar 2024 4:44am
All part of the experience my dear
If one painted suffering out of the frame
what picture would remain?
Rose tinted portraits of happy hanged men
dancing in their fecal matter.
Some computer wizard types asked the AI
draw me a white family.
Sorry dave i can't do that, was the reply
That shade has henceforth been removed.
How the heartaches, only to remove the muscle
replaced by bubble wrapped algorithmic suggestions .
Soma for the comatose, numbing emotions
Zeros and ones in the distant past
what picture would remain?
Rose tinted portraits of happy hanged men
dancing in their fecal matter.
Some computer wizard types asked the AI
draw me a white family.
Sorry dave i can't do that, was the reply
That shade has henceforth been removed.
How the heartaches, only to remove the muscle
replaced by bubble wrapped algorithmic suggestions .
Soma for the comatose, numbing emotions
Zeros and ones in the distant past
#PTSD
#suffering
73 reads
1 Comment
84tabby
Sky99
Sky99
Poem Published
5th Feb 2024 3:52pm
5th Feb 2024 3:52pm
Lost
He's torn between choices, The path unclear.
Searching for Answers Lost in fear. Struggling to find his way through. Fighting the battles he never knew.....
Searching for Answers Lost in fear. Struggling to find his way through. Fighting the battles he never knew.....
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
#emotional #vulnerability
#emotional #vulnerability
138 reads
1 Comment
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
1st Nov 2023 10:37pm
1st Nov 2023 10:37pm
I was a healer
They gave me a gun
Shoot to kill
No hesitate
These broken bones
seeping wounds
Sutures
Poultice
Tourniquet
The true healer
Discriminate not
Friend or foe
Seek refuge
Sanctuary
Unwanted guests
Shot in the head
Till then
I was a healer
Shoot to kill
No hesitate
These broken bones
seeping wounds
Sutures
Poultice
Tourniquet
The true healer
Discriminate not
Friend or foe
Seek refuge
Sanctuary
Unwanted guests
Shot in the head
Till then
I was a healer
#corruption
#war
#PTSD
#suffering
#rebellion
130 reads
0 Comments
Maeve_Edmonson
Poem Published
30th Oct 2023 6:43pm
30th Oct 2023 6:43pm
Otherworldly
I don't need a house to be haunted,
these legions consume my mind.
For in all their midnight meetings,
I'm the one confined.
I walk this barren land,
an external ghost roaming free,
these walls don't speak of treason,
the only haunted here is me.
An assassin with a revolver
playing roulette at three a.m.,
they've got me in their sights.
I should startle if just pretend.
For myself, I am concealed.
Their weapons, firing synapses,
in attempt to hush these demons down,
my brain often relapses.
these legions consume my mind.
For in all their midnight meetings,
I'm the one confined.
I walk this barren land,
an external ghost roaming free,
these walls don't speak of treason,
the only haunted here is me.
An assassin with a revolver
playing roulette at three a.m.,
they've got me in their sights.
I should startle if just pretend.
For myself, I am concealed.
Their weapons, firing synapses,
in attempt to hush these demons down,
my brain often relapses.
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#FeelingLost
309 reads
25 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
13th Oct 2023 2:45pm
13th Oct 2023 2:45pm
Tried to talk to you
In the porcelain twilight dark flambé
Shouted over all
Steered the conversation about you
You
Screamed
Raged
Shouted some more
Why?
Is there a point to all this
Another log on this here pyre
Embers pirouette
Circling
The subsiding tide
Later you asked
Are you OK
Just be repeating what's already been said
Retreated back to silent solitude
Shouted over all
Steered the conversation about you
You
Screamed
Raged
Shouted some more
Why?
Is there a point to all this
Another log on this here pyre
Embers pirouette
Circling
The subsiding tide
Later you asked
Are you OK
Just be repeating what's already been said
Retreated back to silent solitude
#anxiety
#PTSD
#hurt
#relationships
#PopCulture
164 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
7th Oct 2023 11:53pm
7th Oct 2023 11:53pm
the silence is deafening when the echos fade away
1.
I dream in echoes
and memories
that never happened
I get lost in tangents
of what could be
I live trapped
in what ifs
and if onlys
Most days
I don't know
who I am
I only know
I want to be
more than this
2.
I'm the kind of person
that apologises to a pole
if I walk into it
I say sorry like a pray
like a curse
like a lament to Gods
who don't care
whether I'm sorry
or lying
only that I broke my day...
I dream in echoes
and memories
that never happened
I get lost in tangents
of what could be
I live trapped
in what ifs
and if onlys
Most days
I don't know
who I am
I only know
I want to be
more than this
2.
I'm the kind of person
that apologises to a pole
if I walk into it
I say sorry like a pray
like a curse
like a lament to Gods
who don't care
whether I'm sorry
or lying
only that I broke my day...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
322 reads
9 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
1st Oct 2023 00:29am
1st Oct 2023 00:29am
And the women
Tell the women
who tell the women,
who pass it down,
the unwanted hand,
the passive aggression,
actual aggression,
- control.
The women tell the women
who tell the women,
who pass it down,
of the nail that scrapes
at walls of consent,
unwarranted imagery,
the shrunken heart
that thrums in her chest
so reduced,
contained,
caged
until it is more than a conversation
between bar on bar on bar,
it's a howl,
it's a war cry,
a breaking of the bonds,
a waking in the cavity,
a song...
who tell the women,
who pass it down,
the unwanted hand,
the passive aggression,
actual aggression,
- control.
The women tell the women
who tell the women,
who pass it down,
of the nail that scrapes
at walls of consent,
unwarranted imagery,
the shrunken heart
that thrums in her chest
so reduced,
contained,
caged
until it is more than a conversation
between bar on bar on bar,
it's a howl,
it's a war cry,
a breaking of the bonds,
a waking in the cavity,
a song...
#anger
#hope
#PTSD #masculinity
#PTSD #masculinity
159 reads
5 Comments
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